#but look at this pandemonium you've caused. @tsuukichan i hope you're proud of yourself DHGNFDGJF

[ask-void-family]

What will you do if you see Utsuro?

“U t s u r o ...?”

“You mean - Master Utsuro ?” Nikei began to laugh in a rather disturbing way, as if the mention of Utsuro had a special effect on him.

“Hahahaha - Master Utsuro -! When I will find Him, I ... I ! It’ll be ... the best day of my life, I finally ... finally ... yes ...”

“I want this day to come ... my whole life ... I’ve-I’ve been - waiting for this ! He’s ... the only person who-who... ahhhhh ...”

"N-Nikei! Snap out of it, please..!" Iroha, despite her obvious shaking from both the strange effect that hearing the name 'Utsuro' had, as well as her own slight fear from seeing their leader like this, stepped closer to gently tug at his sleeve in an attempt to bring him back to reality.

"Y-You're not the only person who wants to meet Him..!"

She pauses, before turning her gaze back to answer the ask properly, though still holding on to Nikei. "I.. I don't know.. I want that day to come as soon as possible too, b-but I haven't thought of.. how I'd thank Master Utsuro.."

Nikei violently put his arm away so that Iroha stopped holding onto it, showing an expression full of disgust and envy, while saying the words “Back off !”. She in turn yelped and jumped back, clutching her sketchbook close and using it to cover the lower half of her face while she stared downwards, her feet nervously shuffling in place. A soft sniffle escaped her.

“Hmmm?” There’s the pitter patter that footsteps leave behind as the black-haired Mikado Sannoji peers into the room, carrying the tablet-computer that powered his Alter Ego tucked under his arm. “Mister Yomiuri? Miss Nijiue? Ah- if I’m not intruding, I heard quite... loud... laughter. Is everything alright?”

After receiving no response, he started over to where the two were. “Is it an ask? Mister Yomiuri, you should- at the very least- tell me when we receive one that applies to me. I’ve relied on Mister Makunouchi and Miss Magorobi for the past ones....” Sigh. “Ah, well. Let bygones be bygones, I suppose. Now let me see.... just what exactly is it that has you both so--”

A sudden, loud BANG echoes through the room as Mikado slammed his fist against a nearby desk in surprise, eyes wide as he scans the name in front of him again and again and again and again and again-

“Aaah... Aah.... Haah...? Mmf.. Haaah... You... Hahah...! Utsuro... Master Utsuro!~ Haaah~”

He paused before clearing his throat, cheeks now red not in the weird, drooly, flustered state that he was in before but instead in embarrassment. 

“Aah... M-My apologies. I was simply... caught off guard is all...”

“Haaah... ah... What ever shall I do...~? I think- yes, yes, thanking Him would be a start. Even simply seeing Him again would be enough... aah..!” 

“...If... I were to be honest. I don’t even care about His Fortune. Simply seeing Him again... aah- if I could meet Him again, my life would be... fulfilled..”

Mikado’s Alter Ego is strangely silent.

Meanwhile, Nikei briefly looked at the newcomer(s) then stormed out, leaving Iroha and Mikado with a loud door shutting noise - he probably would have broke the door if he was stronger.

“A-Ah! Nikei, wait-!” Iroha hurriedly wiped away her tears before turning to follow after. On her way out, she narrowly dodged bumping into Hajime, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge the other while she pitter pattered off.

“..Anyone care to explain what’s happened this time?” Hajime sighed, making his way over and scanning the ask. “Thank him, obviously. If there’s anything else I could do, I would, but as of now there isn’t anything I can think of that’d be enough to repay him for what he’s done.”

“You, on the other hand,” He sharply turns to Mikado. “Would it kill you to not bust a nut every time Master Utsuro’s name is mentioned? A little decency would be appreciated, especially in front of Him.”

Those are some bold words from a guy who wears shorts like those, but that’s not the point.

“Haaah...-?!” The Mikado in question tensed, quickly snapping out of whatever flustered trance he had worked himself into to turn to the boxer. “Mister- Mister Makunouchi-! I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about...! Aaah..-”

Meanwhile, the clacking of boots can be heard as Emma opens the door, partially out of breath. Glancing around the room at the other two, she lets out a long s i g h. “What happened to cause Nikei to storm into his room and start screaming? Roha didn’t seem to want to explain-” The actress blinks for a minute, staring at the screen.

Her normally calm demeanor shifts slightly as she pauses for dramatic effect. “If I were to see Master Utsuro again... I would thank him for everything... Do what I can, of course, to repay him for everything-” A sharp inhale as Emma pauses again.